…it Is So Much Better To Work

It Takes So Little To Make A Child Happy, That It Is A Pity In A World Full Of Sunshine And Pleasant Things, That There Should Be Any Wistful Faces, Empty Hands, Or Lonely Little Hearts.

[she Was] Kept There In The Sort Of Embrace A Man Gives To The Dearest Creature The World Holds For Him.

My Definition (of A Philosopher) Is Of A Man Up In A Balloon, With His Family And Friends Holding The Ropes Which Confine Him To Earth And Trying To Haul Him Down.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.